Women Drivers

Bloody women drivers! They’re a curse upon the road, yeah those bloody women drivers, near make me damn explode… now I’ll give you one example of just how bad they are when right now I’m driving down the freeway in my car. I am on me way to work when I look over to me right, and I just could not quite believe this detrimental sight, a woman speeding past me, shocked with a huge surprise, her face was at the rear view mirror putting liner on her eyes. I shook me head and closed me eyes, then opened them again, and by this time she’s past me, halfway across me lane, yeah, still working on her makeup, zigzagging the freeway… I don’t scare too easy… but boy, this time me hair near turned to gray. Because I dropped me bloody razor that knocked the toast out of me hand, and me mobile phone slipped from me ear and then I heard it land into the cup of coffee that’s between me legs… and it is boiling hot, so I burnt the contents of me groin that left a very tender spot! I had to straighten both me knees that held on to the steering wheel, and I swerved on to a grassy bank to add more fuel to this ordeal, me pant’s were soaked and mobile phone… it’s ruined by it all, and worst of all I’m disconnected from a most important call. So I say… bloody women drivers, they are concerns upon the road, I don’t know how they get their licence… but hello… I’ll be blowed, I can hear a siren now behind me, yep; I’m sure the cops’ and I agree… They’re gunna book that sheila, and want a statement signed by me.